Proctor, His Mind Wild, Breathless: I Say--i

My Conception Of The Audience Is Of A Public Each Member Of Which Is Carrying About With Him What He Thinks Is An Anxiety, Or A Hope, Or A Preoccupation Which Is His Alone And Isolates Him From Mankind And In This Respect At Least The Function Of A Play Is To Reveal Him To Himself So That He May Touch Others By Virtue Of The Revelation Of His Mutuality With Them. If Only For This Reason I Regard The Theater As A Serious Business, One That Makes Or Should Make Man More Human, Which Is To Say, Less Alone.

Poor Brain! How Helplessly It Dissolves When Willing Eyes Meet And The Nose Warms To Those Old Jungle Scents.

Just Remember, Kid, You Can Quicker Get Back A Million Dollars That Was Stole Than A Word That You Gave Away.

Don't Be Seduced Into Thinking That That Which Does Not Make A Profit Is Without Value.

The Concentration Camp Is The Final Expression Of Human Separateness And Its Ultimate Consequence. It Is Organized Abandonment.